Salme 3
1 En Salme af David, da han flygtede for sin Søn Absalom.
A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. Jehovah, how many are they that trouble me, many they that rise up against me!
2 HERRE, hvor er mine Fjender mange! Mange er de, som rejser sig mod mig,
Many say of my soul, There is no salvation for him in God. (Selah)
3 mange, som siger om min Sjæl: »Der er ingen Frelse for ham hos Gud!« (Sela)
But thou, Jehovah, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
4 Men, HERRE, du er et Skjold for mig, min Ære og den, der løfter mit Hoved.
With my voice will I call to Jehovah, and he will answer me from the hill of his holiness. (Selah)
5 Jeg raaber højlydt til HERREN, han svarer mig fra sit hellige Bjerg. (Sela)
I laid me down and slept; I awaked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
6 Jeg lagde mig og sov ind, jeg vaagned, thi HERREN holder mig oppe.
I will not fear for myriads of the people that have set themselves against me round about.
7 Jeg frygter ikke Titusinder af Folk, som trindt om lejrer sig mod mig.
Arise, Jehovah; save me, my God! For thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheekbone, thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 Rejs dig, HERRE, frels mig, min Gud, thi alle mine Fjender slog du paa Kind, du brød de gudløses Tænder! Hos HERREN er Frelsen; din Velsignelse over dit Folk! (Sela)
Salvation is of Jehovah; thy blessing is upon thy people. (Selah)
